Quotes About Soul

sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses.

Standing side by side, on some rising ground, they felt, as they drank in the air, the pride of a life more free penetrating into the depths of their souls, with a superabundance of energy, a joy which they could not explain.

encontrava-se numa dessas crises em que a alma inteira mostra indistintamente o que encerra como o oceano que, nas tempestades, entreabre-se das algas das praia até a areia dos abismos.

I refuse to consider Art a drain-pipe for passion, a kind of chamberpot, a slightly more elegant substitute for gossip and confidences. No, no! Genuine poetry is not the scum of the heart.

When you are some-'one', why would you wish to be some-'thing'?

The mind travels more freely on this limitless expanse, the contemplation of which elevates the soul, gives ideas of the infinite, the idea?

Como si la plenitud del alma no se desborda algunas veces en las metáforas más vacías

for he was in one of those crises in which the whole soul shows indistinctly what it contains, like the ocean, which, in the storm, opens itself from the seaweeds on its shores down to the sands of its abysses.

This splendid vision dwelt in her memory as the most beautiful thing that it was possible to dream, so that now she strove to recall her sensation. That still lasted, however, but in a less exclusive fashion and with a deeper sweetness. Her soul, tortured by

The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft.

What happiness there had been at that time, what freedom, what hope! What an abundance of illusions! Nothing was left of them now. She had got rid of them all in her soul's life, in all her successive conditions of life, maidenhood, her marriage, and her love—thus constantly losing them all her life through, like a traveller who leaves something of his wealth at every inn along his road.

Ten cuidado con tus sueños: son la sirena de las almas. Ella canta. Nos llama. La seguimos y jamás retornamos.

Era un d'aquells sentiments purs que no entrebanquen l'exercici de la vida, mantinguts gelosament perquè són poc comuns, una d'aquestes il·lusions la pèrdua de les quals trasbalsen molt més l'ànima que no ho farien els gaudis de la possessió.

I sense tenir consciència s'encaminà cap a l'església amb l'ànim de recollir-se en qualsevol devoció per bé que comportés el vinclament de l'ànima i, amb ell, la desaparició total de l'existència.

ca ÅŸi cum preaplinul sufletului nu s-ar rev?rsa câteodat? prin metaforele cele mai g?unoase, fiindc? nimeni, niciodat?, nu poate da m?sur? exact? a nevoilor, nici a concepÅ£iilor, nici a durerilor sale, iar cuvântul omenesc este ca un ceaun dogit în care batem ritmuri de ursari, când de fapt am râvni s? înduio??m stelele.

toute l'amertume de l'existence, lui semblait servie sur son assiette, et, à la fumée du bouilli, il montait du fond de son âme comme d'autres bouffées d'affadissement.

exaggerated speeches hiding mediocre affections must be discounted; as if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sorrows; and since human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.

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Zar se ne rugaju onima koji ljube, jer to ljudi smatraju kao sramotu; svatko, od stida ili od sebi?nosti, sakriva ono najbolje i najosjetljivije što ima u duši; da te cijene, moraš pokazivati samo svoje najružnije strane, samo tako možeš da budeš jednak svima drugima.

se encontraba en una de esas crisis en que el alma entera muestra indistintamente lo que encierra, como el océano que en las tempestades se entreabre desde las algas de su orilla hasta la arena de sus abismos.

Frédéric pensait à la chambre qu'il occuperait là-bas, au plan d'un drame, à des sujets de tableaux, à des passions futures. Il trouvait que le bonheur mérité par l'excellence de son âme tardait à venir.

Envy, bitter envy, was permeating his soul drop by drop, like a poison that tainted all his pleasures and made his life hateful.

She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.